There are no happy endings.

In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish

I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?

All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.

If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.